When a pretty girl is taking a surreptitious photo/selfie in a theatre prior to an acrobatic show of the strange man sitting behind her (me) and he totally photobombs it with a crazy peace sign?
And she laughs?
Remember man that you are dust and unto dust you shall return.
But oh what amazing stardust it is!
That travel has an incredible ability to expand your perspective on so many things. Even allowing you to reaffirm that people are so similar now in many ways. The reach of corporations is absolutely mind boggling.
I guess what is more interesting is the differences. History, architecture, vistas, culture, politics.
I’m glad I developed a travel bug so young and determined to keep exploring for a long time yet.
Can I send a tweet via tumblr from China? Will anyone care? How will I know if anyone likes it?
It’s interesting how people or things that you observe can suddenly give you insight into who you really are or why you do things.
I saw a story last night about a famous author and how he tragically found that the love of his life had killed herself after years of battling depression.
It then went on to cover how he dealt with this devastating blow and in particular how he came to terms with who he really was in the context of losing his beloved.
He went on to read and read about grief and how to deal with it. He nearly committed suicide himself contemplating seriously whether to jump under a new york train.
It occurred to me that a similar thing had happened to me over the last several years. I have been finding ways of dealing with a slow and insidious grief. A loss of identity.
I had dealt with it by writing. Being quite interactive. Remaining social. Playing football. Playing music. But it’s odd how it can suddenly strike you that this whole process of grief is intimately linked to one’s own identify.
We all cope with grief in various ways. I hope to remain sincerely positive. I hope to find truth in myself and ultimately to find truth in all my relationships.
Hmm there’s something cold and uninteresting about my tumblr. I need people who read and interact and write personal and interesting things. Gonna change up my tumblr a bit soon I think.
Such a romantic notion. Toiling at one’s desk. The sweat pouring as ideas and words, sentences and paragraphs, characters and plots develop. One’s great novel. A life’s work.
I have to admit to be drawn like a magnet to the written word and to the notion of putting together a readable and plausible piece of work that many could enjoy.
I’ve played with ideas and genres. Written a squillion thoughts and observations in other forum. Written scientific papers, chapters, travel stories, poems, short stories and little snippets of longer ones.
But I guess it comes down ultimately to motivation. Just like I have succeeded in a few other areas by pulling my finger out and working so damn fucking hard that at times I felt my eyeballs popping out becoming a surgeon or running to train for football.
For that dream to become a writer I must not just hear the call but sit down and actually write. To write, rewrite. Let people criticise and learn from it. But most of all do it. Find time and just damn well do it.
It’s odd how difficult it is to find a word for the male equivalent of a seductress when in fact seducing particularly in this day and age is such a thing of both sexes.
When two people find attraction between themselves a fascinating dance of words, looks and other signals take form.
So many styles. So many hints.
But what if one comes up against a practiced seductress. I’m not talking a woman of easy morals. I’m talking about a woman who knows exactly what she wants and is used to getting it.
And then the man is either easy prey or it’s a collision of practiced seducers.
Circling the possibilities. Imagining the entwinings. Knowing the consequences.
Anyway, it’s all delicious to contemplate.